CHERRY WOOD INLAY INFINITY RING

The exquisiteness of the universe, of the stars against a black wild sky, is done only injustice by the insufficiency of words and pictures. The elegance of infinity is wronged by description, by photography. “Should’ve sent a poet,” Sagan wrote. It takes ebb and flow, sway and bend, and yet the dichotomy of color and material, light and dark, to capture the beauty that mankind has been enraptured with for millennia. A piece that can only be called poetry: Take the unnamable and name it, not through imagistic depiction, but in feel, in heart. Don’t count the infinity, but imagine it, and bathe in its elusiveness.